Thursday, April 12, 2007

So it goes...

My favorite author Kurt Vonnegut, came unstuck in time last nigtht at 84 years old. He fell and hit his head, so it goes. The New York Times has written a good article about his life, and Boing Boing will be writing about him all day I assume.

He was a novelist, and artist, an aggressive political writer, and someone who has shaped my thinking about the world distinctly. Time Quake for art, Slaughterhouse Five for war, Cat's Cradle and Breakfast of Champions for something i'm sure, and God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian for death.

His presence will be missed. I think I will just imagine him running off into heaven shouting TING-A-LING! TING-A-LING! as loud as he can.

Update Here is Vonnegut reading from Slaughter House Five that holds the key to much of this post

1 comment:

Bjorn said...

About astrology and palmistry: they are good because they make people vivid and full of possibilities. They are communism at its best. Everybody has a birthday and almost everybody has a palm.
-- Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., Wampeters, Foma and Granfallons, "When I Was Twenty-One" (1974)